America Has Wolves On It's Streets

JUNIOR: My name is Paige or you can just call me, Wolfy. 'Tis my nickname. I am open-minded both skin wise, religion wise, and personality wise. So, don't be afraid to talk to me. I like meeting fresh, new people. :]

On the street Is where I am. My vision, watching them.

Wolves of orange to black, filled with fury, fear, and revenge. They frown or smirk because they know what they have to do…

Prepare for battle!

They claw and claw at each other, each of them fighting for territory and respect or some of them fighting for their loved ones, lost.

Some bark for victory at their enemy smites. Some growl because of fail and some go away to Heaven or Hell.

When one type of wolf has won, the battle ends. To form the calmer times but they are still of hate.

Calm, they are and forming their separate packs. Ones of white and ones of different colors.

Exchanges are made like money and coke or grass or even burning leaves.

They sniff and chew. They drink and laugh. But still they think of the past battle of hate.

They learn anew but still they fight. Never will they be calm until the others are smite.

So, I stand there watching this with disapproval and anger in my eyes.

I walk away, wishing the hate of the wolves will end and them, live in peace or the sort.

But I know, even though I hate it, that the war of the wolves will never end.

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